Margret,
the girl who yells when we ask questions,
critiques our grades like we don’t try every day—
but she doesn’t see the nights we stay up
trying to fix what we don’t understand.
She points out every mistake
like that’s all we are,
red marks louder than effort.
Still, we show up,
trying again an…
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